The Apocryphal Strategist
Milesian
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Tactician
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Post by Murasaki on Mar 14, 2015 6:31:18 GMT
District: White Location: Downtown Time: - Morning (March) - Afternoon (April) - Evening (May)
The White District, once the center of the bustling city many years prior. Today it is but a humble and safe community of clergymen and scholars. Two large cathedrals, both of contrasting designs, stand high on the opposite sides of the district. Here in the center of the White District, there appears to be a festival about to start up. Troubadours tell the story of one of the ancient Alvian Princesses who left behind her mortal shell to rise into heaven in order to create the magical barrier that protects the city to this very day. Festivities seem to be primarily religious, but the common people take it also as a holiday to celebrate and socialize with one another.
The light shines on yet another day. Will you heed the myths of long past to shine forth a new future?
This is a general RP thread much along the lines of the Snowdonia Winter Ball and the Coconia Festival threads. RPing within this subforum awards all participants a +10% AP bonus that will last throughout the spring season (3/14/15 ~ 5/31/15). At the start of the summer season, this bonus will be lifted and a new summer-themed thread will be started in its place.
Characters of all factions are allowed to participate in this thread.
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Post by Blackwell Philologus on Apr 8, 2015 1:52:04 GMT
It was afternoon and as the sun beat down on Lune Seaport a boy with white hair stepped into the Pearl Cathedral with a somewhat serious look on his face. The standard festival was coming soon and the boy would be going soon enough, but today he had some matters to take care of first. Today the boy was having his weekly chat with Archbishop Gross were they sat and drank tea while discussing current events while the archbishop also asked him personal things such as the boy's latest dreams or how his mentality was doing, so rather than a chat it was the archbishop trying to be a therapist and the boy trying to dodge the questions with current events. As the boy walked in he scanned the insides of the cathedral which as always was filled with things that the boy didn't understand. After quickly scanning the insides of the cathedral he then quickly walked over to a student and told the young lad that he was here to speak with the archbishop and to go and tell him that Blackwell was here. As the young lad left the young boy walked over to one of the seats and then waited for the boy and the archbishop to return.
The boy didn't have to wait long the Archbishop came walking through a door on the right side of the room and greeted the boy, "Hello Blackwell it's good to see you." At the archbishop's greeting Blackwell got up, walked over to the archbishop and greeted him the same, "Good Afternoon Archbishop and it's also good to see you." The archbishop was a tall man, hitting around six foot six inches, with a pearly white beard and a stern face containing a pair of sharp sky blue eyes. After this display of greetings the archbishop and Blackwell walked through the same door the Archbishop had just entered from and into a long white hallway filled with beautifully made murals of the Six Princesses. After walking up some flights of stairs they finally made their way up to the archbishop's office which was filled with many strange items, books and copies of the same murals from the hallway before.
Sitting down at a table placed to the side of the room in front of a window Blackwell looked around at the book titles on the archbishop's shelves trying to see if there was anything new when the archbishop placed a cup in front of him and then sat down opposite of Blackwell. From there Blackwell and the archbishop spent the next two hours chatting till their time was up and Blackwell left the Cathedral. From there he left the area and made his way to the Marble Valley which was filled with white flowers, after taking a giant whiff of the flowers smell he found a small tree to rest under and read a book.
[533, 485 + Lune Bonus]
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